Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
Check out the tail on a Scottish wildcat!
Margot actually jumped up on the sofa and was friendly yesterday. Eddie has gotten quite noisy about demanding pets, as well.
Time to make bacon and eggs and think about what I’m wearing for summer church today. Speaking of which, I find this hilarious.
Today I will attack some laundry.
Saw Despicable Me 2 and loved it. Some of the physical humour is right up there with Warner Bros.
We’re most of the way through the first season of Good Wife and Jeff and I are quite enjoying it. Except when a corrupt member of the legal establishment does something, and then Jeff fulminates. It is terrible having had an honest judge in the family; everything else, real OR imaginary, suffers so by comparison.
I got my running around done yesterday. It was horribly exhausting and it’s fucking hot out there so I came home and collapsed. I should have gone to Andrew’s Pennywake, but I am good for One Big Thing per day these days, it seems, and have to quit overbooking myself.
I am up over 6K words on my new project and once the sun comes up I think I’m going to go find a library to work in – research don’t you know. LTGW recommends that as a working style. I’ll be working on Midnite Moving.
No Cpap last night, I was just too hot and sticky to think about putting the mask on my face, and it smelling like ass doesn’t help.
I had a problem with a technical aspect of Midnite Moving and be damned if the internet didn’t help out. There is now a nanomolecular substance called CARBYNE. Isn’t that cool? Look it up, it’s awesome.
Yes, I am now working on a number of different projects. I’m trying to concentrate on stuff I enjoy. Anyway, the most recent one is called Tarot for Atheists, and it’s a radical revisioning of the Tarot in light of contemporary life. For entertainment purposes only. It’s loads of fun. I have already invented a pi layout and a Fibonacci layout and an x bar layout and a delta layout and will find other mathematical and scientific layouts I’m sure.
George and Kima also continue to chew thoughtfully on my brain. Kima just ran down Denman street like a Catherine wheel in octopot form. George is chasing after her apologizing to the pedestrians. The next day signs appear all up and down the street Beware of Runaway Squid.
Margot is suffering dreadfully from allergies, her eyes are getting gunked up every day. Eddie pulled a Margot last night and did something he’s never done the entire time I’ve known him … he got under my feet when I took my eyes off him. I’m lucky I didn’t boot him across the room.
Used the cpap loaner for the first time last night. YUCK. It’s supposed to get easier, but it smells like ass and I can only sleep in one position or the mask shifts. This will hurt my back. Shoulder quite sore today, but I will press on through the exercises.
Today I go deal with business winding down things, hopefully. We shall see.
I have now read a substantial portion of the Benedictine Rule to support my learnings in watching the Cadfael mysteries. St. Benedict was an interesting dude.
My handle is u_must_b_joking.
Crad Kilodney is one of those people you have to file in the part of the Venn Diagram where ‘literary treasure’ ‘full bore pain in the ass’ and ‘exceedingly rude bastard’ meet. Author of Lightning Struck My Dick, Pork College and World Under Anaesthesia, he used to sell his little chapbooks on the street in Toronto, where I first made his acquaintance on Yonge Street when our Saviour was still commuting by T. Rex, after he had escaped from New York City. Now he has rewritten the 38 canonical Shakespearean plays for the ‘don’t stop me from texting just cause the Royal Vic is performing’ crowd, and I’ve read portions of several of them…. Okay, you’ve been warned.
Margot made a tribble noise this morning, which is where cute meets alarming.
Physio this morning was great. I walked back, picked up some groceries, and feel much better about my recovery.
No joy on the shop sale. I have a lot of work to do but at least I’m feeling a bit more like doing it.
I’ve lost 12 pounds since I broke my shoulder. Part of that is being too hot to eat.
I wrote this last year while walking; being outside and driving and moving seems to trigger things.
Click on the title to get the file into a player so you can hear it. I wrote this 4 years ago standing in the rain waiting for a bus.
Oh your words
are written in the water
but your deeds
are set in stone
but even stone
can be worn by water
when ten thousand
years have flown
Speak your truth
and it will be a rock to you
speak your lies
the rock is gonna come a-flood
Do you suppose
in that fearful landscape
the rock can tell
the water from blood
so…. one of my most contemptible obsessions is celebrity gossip. Except I like celebrity gossip about Jewel Staite and Liev Schreiber, not Prince George and Kim Kardashian. So, in my normal way, I looked up Derek Jacobi when I started watching Cadfael and learned to my delight and amusement that Ian McKellen had a tremendous crush on him back when they were pupkins coming up in the theater. So we’re talking around the time I was born. NOW they are in an ITV program together about an aging gay couple; show’s called Vicious which of course I am looking forward to now like a slavering fool. Bring it on, Netflix, I can hardly wait for the moment when Ian gets his wish and plants one on Derek. Happy sigh.
Shop is being shown again today for the second time to one set of buyers and I am still getting strong interest.
I got a reasonable night’s sleep.
Chipper blogs… Kid says something funny.
Speaking of Chipper, she made my day, my week, my month when, having learned that Paul and his girlfriend, and two married couples I know well, plus his mother, were all going to Red Deer for his b-day, she offered me the use of the spare bedroom during that time. Much restored in spirit, I thanked her, but I suspect if Paul had wanted me to be there he would have invited me… snarf.
I have reinstalled Skype on the Mac if anybody wants to talk to me. I am u_must_b_joking (same as LiveJournal).
Hope everybody has a lovely day!
The new nova that showed up in Delphinius is alREADy losing luminosity, so we may not even get a chance to see it before it fades beyond binocular recall.
Andrew Brechin is dead. He was active in the poly, SCA, pagan, lantern festival, fannish, filkish, trans & queer rights, union and clown band communities; he could pun without apparent effort, was a wonderful coparent to a number of children, not all of whom were biologically his, made me laugh harder than any of my other facebook friends, and he was younger than me. He wore OUTRAGEOUS hats, and once showed up to Fetish Night dressed as Cthulhu (man, he musta sweated his balls off in that head to toe gear) with no fewer than 8 skimpily dressed women in attendance as his priestesses. (The pic is now going round the internet like a dose of salts).
He apparently died in his sleep, which is definitely the way to go except it should have been at minimum 30 years hence. I only met him half a dozen times, if that, but he was the menschiest of men and had more friends – more real friends – than many people could claim. The last time I saw him IRL he and Mike M. realized that they had sat next to each other in engineering school (and they both flunked out, mOm tell pOp that as I think he will find that mildly amusing). And we ate. There’s a memorial dinner for him next week and unless I feel really bad I’m going, because I want to hear more stories about how awesome he was, and I think he had the coolest friends circle in town. I will miss his wit, his humanity and his mighty heart for justice. I had no idea Cindy knew him – her precis of her relationship with him on livejournal practically had me in tears.
The video camera aimed at the cat door has revealed that Miss Margot does not re-enter the house daintily. Generally she rockets through the door at such a rate of speed that the effect is quite comical. Hope to have video at some point.
Physiotherapist scolded the crap out of me. NO I MAY NOT DRIVE. I may do the following three exercises. I may not sleep on the injured shoulder. MY POSTURE SUCKS (HOW HE FROWNED). Here is how I should sleep. I crept out of there in a very sad frame of mind, but I’ve been doing my exercises faithfully.
Showed the shop two days ago, showing it to a different set of customers tomorrow. I am no longer worried about it…. it is what it is, I have a roof and food and friends and painkillers, so tra la la. Also Cadfael on Netflix. Man, I do heart Derek Jacobi.
I have the tester cpap machine. A new one is going to cost 2400 dollars, but it’s the ResMed, and it has all of the features I want. The tech said the Respironics machines break like clockwork just out of the warranty period, and he’s sold 300 of the ResMeds and only one ever came back and that was because the dumbass customer left the water in when he put it in his car and of course fried the circuitboards. I haven’t started using it because CANDIDLY I am feeling just that little bit overwhelmed at all of the changes I’ve had to deal with in the last six months. Getting into and out of the restaurant, Audrey and Andrew and Bareld dying, breaking my shoulder, deaths and breakups in my circle of close friends, Kira dying, estrangement from one of my children, not being able to drive…. and there’s more but listing it all seems a mug’s game. And of course if I don’t mention how my church family has rallied round me I’d be a true mug.
Jeff and I are heading out to Home Depot. Type atcha later.
I don’t know which one hit me. I did about three hours of light housekeeping yesterday and I am sore all over, not just my shoulder. I think I need to take it easy and stay in the sling today.
Hey everybody, Chipper is blogging at least couple of times a week at the Red Deer site (link on the right). It’s lovely to be reminded of all the awesome things going on in the wilds of Madawaska. Mushrooms! Aurorae!
Orange is the New Black continues to be much fun. We’ve started watching The Good Wife, which is a great show. We are also caught up on Ray Donovan and the Newsroom. Liev Schrieber is so yummy it drives me nuts. LTGW called the other day (just to say hi! awwww) and I told him that in silhouette Liev is a dead ringer for him cause MAN that dude fills a doorway in the omnomminest way (LTGW knows I’ve been crushing on him since the day I met him, he just rolls his eyes). Then we talked about what I’m going to do if the fork in the road ahead goes back to paid employment. He had a lot of encouraging things to say about my network and how I’m not working it properly, and man, I needed to hear encouraging words from a cute guy (okay, my idea of cute). And I’m still thinking about keeping the shop. There’s just a lot of rearranging I need to do, financially and emotionally and otherwise, and right now I’m very busted up and blue – a long way from the take the world on attitude I had in March. Ah, how life plays tricks on one! But I’m also feeling somewhat more cheerful now that I know I am not likely to have surgery. Which reminds me, I really have to book some physio. And pick up a CPAP. Sigh. Not being able to drive FUCKING SUCKS. There I said it.
Of course Jeff has been the soul of courtesy regarding taxiing me around but he’s got a life and he’s super busy with his own work these days (which makes me happy… he’s always learning things). And we still find time to bond over tv and movies. We rewatched Jack the Giant Killer, it’s a lovely film, almost perfect for the genre.
Yesterday I realized I will have to do some math to figure out what the surface area of my alien’s hair would have to be to have him sail off into the sky like a spiderling. It’s a hilarious image, I can see him calling OW OW OW into the wind as his semi-sentient hair freaks out and uncoils to full length, hauling him backwards down the beach and then UP UP AND AWAY like a particularly bizarre version of the Flying Nun. Leaving Kima alone with HOOMANS OH NOEZ what will happen? Probably nothing, she’ll just crawl over to the water and jet. BAD HAIR! baaaaaad hair!
Yesterday I made chicken/rice/steamed veg for dinner and then carefully prepackaged the leftovers and labelled them with dates. Today I MUST clean out the fridge, it’s a horror show. I don’t want to, but I really otter.
Okay, time to set the timer to do 20 minutes of housework. (then I take a break). I learned that at the UFYH site, and it really works.
I quit drinking again. Very strange. There hasn’t been beer in the house for almost a month. I don’t think Jeff’s had a beer since the last time we ate dinner with Mike.
Jerome dropped by a couple of days ago! He showed the most HIlarious video of Lucas dropping off to sleep in his high chair, and every time he drooped his elder brother Brayden would jostle him and he’d jerk awake again.
Margot is spending a lot of time in the cardboard box Jeff labelled Queen Margot I for her. She’s about the same colour as the box so I keep thinking “What’s the rustling noise!?”
I am going to get help with my new current problem, which is that all the food in the walk in has spoiled thanks to the compressor quitting because I forgot to turn the fan back on when i showed the place. It’s all my fault, and on my pocket be it. In the meantime, it has to get cleaned out, and then I have to find a place to put the really disgusting garbage that will arise, and then wash the equally disgusting service dishes, for which I am also soliciting help. Cannot seem to catch a break, apart from the fact that things are actually more or less okay, I just need to be thankful.
Pacific Rim was a really good giant monsters vs. robots movie. The script almost went into eyeroll territory a couple of times but solid performances (not excellent, ok) and fight scenes where you could tell what was happening helped. I loved Ron Perlman’s guest shot, HATED the stupid scientists, who both needed tasing, in my view, and I enjoyed the special effects greatly. Plot didn’t bear close examination, but oh well. There are now Kaiju filk songs, yay.
No surgery for me, yay. Doc says I am healing properly. I need to give the nerve damage many more months to heal, but I can go get physio now.
Back to writing. George is a bag surrounding computational colloid. Weird, hunh?
Kira died yesterday. She had quit eating and drinking and suffered convulsions. She is now resting with Bounce and Gizmo and Zeek! her adoptive brother in the back yard.
I have new glasses. They look great. I’ll be getting another pair next week.
Jeff and I are about to take off to see Pacific Rim. A full report later.
My car is finally being worked on.
I am feeling very low in spirits – my shoulder hurts a lot and I think it isn’t healing right, although I won’t know until tomorrow.
I am still working on Midnite Moving though.